Each lift felt like a brief respite from torture, yet each descent, that tyrannical tearing sensation would sweep through her entire body all over again, making her almost faint from the pain.
Yet amidst this extreme pain and humiliation, an unfamiliar, uncontrollable pleasure quietly sprouted from the deepest part of her body.
Her gaze drifted uncontrollably not far away, her husband's sleeping profile close at hand, that steady sound of breathing clearly audible.
Her husband was right here, and she was doing such an unsightly thing on top of another man.
This extreme sense of transgression acted like the most potent poison; far from causing her to collapse, it instead gave birth to an intoxicating, morbid thrill that terrified even herself.
The tearing ache gradually grew numb, replaced by an unprecedented pleasure.
The initial clumsy and awkward assaults gradually smoothed out under Bai Qinchen's encouraging gaze.
"Ah, yes, just like that." Bai Qinchen let out a satisfied low chuckle, his large hands originally resting on her waist beginning to roam restlessly with light caresses.
The warmth of Bai Qinchen's palms seemed to carry a certain magic, igniting a series of fine shivers wherever they passed.
The assault she had forced herself to perform merely to survive now gradually changed flavor, driven by an unfamiliar, uncontrollable pleasure.
Hai Shuixing's waist was no longer stiff, turning soft and rhythmic instead, every rise and fall carrying a coordination even she herself had not noticed.
Her fine hair danced wildly with her increasingly urgent attacks, a few strands even brushing against Bai Qinchen's cheek, bringing a mild tickle.
"Not bad, not bad, quite talented." Bai Qinchen let out a satisfied sigh, squinting slightly as he leisurely appreciated how the woman before him, who had been terrified just moments ago, was now completely submitting to